"Truly, it is the indescribable sweetness of contemplation which you give to those who love you. In this you have shown the tenderness of your charity, that when I had no being you made me; and when I strayed away from you, you brought me back again to serve you and commanded me to love you." The Imitation of Christ

Saturday, 20 March 2010

Status Update...

No, I haven't given up blogging...

I've had a very busy week, and I've been feeling under the weather and out of sorts all week, culminating in a very unpleasant day today.

Just how under the weather and out of sorts can be calculated (if you know me well) by the fact that I had a lovely chocolate bar with which to celebrate the Feast of St. Joseph, and I was unable and unwilling to do anything more than stare at it.

Another indicator of my physical state (but only for those who know me really well) is that I actually drove home on Friday night with my car windows open because I felt too hot. Those who don't know me well might understand that last statement a little when I explain that I wore rollneck jumpers all through the summer last year, with a jacket on top, and my one concession on really warm days (there were not many) was not to wear a t-shirt under the jumper as well.

What made today so very unpleasant is not suitable blogging material, so I shall draw a discreet veil over it...

Mac;not good to hear you've been bad; I'd thought perhaps the reason for your comparative silence was because OFSTED had appeared !Many Prayers, of course : and console yourself about S. Joseph by enjoying the choccie bar on Thursday.

Dear Mac. So sorry to hear you are "One Degree Under". Rest, Recuperation, Relish the chocolate bar. That's the cure, I suggest. I know the sort of week you've had. Be assured, it gets better as the sun shines longer. Happy Spring. It's so pleasing to read how many good and faithful Blog Readers you have. I respectfully suggest you consider sending them all a nice slab of chocolate !!! (I like fruit and nut).

Geez, had that chocolate bar and no energy to unwrap it? Honey, get thee to an outpatient clinic.

About those hot flashes: if you have those little plastic thingies that freeze that you can put in your lunch box to keep cold stuff cold, they work well on you forhead and the back of your neck. You can also put one between your (can the gentlemen please cover their eyes for next line?)breasts, or underneath each breast and armpit if you have enough. Your open mouth colleagues, if you are at work, will be a little too stunned to say anything. The men will think they are seeing a vision and it will be some minutes before they can shake their heads to snap out of it, thinking they must have dreamt it, while the women will silently nod their heads in sisterly solidarity. Even the most wizend old crone. [For some reason "wizend" doesn't look right, but you know what I mean.]

Mac, glad I gave you a laugh. I am going to need those myself soon, because if I had the wherewithal all to march on Washington I'd be plenty hot, and I'll be the raging red naked American woman with ice packs anywhere she can fit them ready to throw those bums (can I say "bums" on a British blog without that being taken the wrong way?) right out of their offices by force. I'll be the Yankee equivalent of those Scotsman who fought naked and painted themselves blue. I think they probably won those battles because their opponents dropped their weapons in order to grab their cameras.

gemoftheocean - you made ME laugh uncontrollably, too! If you march on Washington, I'll paint myself blue and march with you. Told my students today that they may well see me being arrested in D.C. during a 60's-style sit-in, in revolt against the "healthcare" bill and taxation without representation (or is it "taxation without INTELLIGENT and MORAL representation"?) Rosemary in Missouri

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About Me

I have given up describing myself as a young Catholic woman, but I don't quite feel ready to call myself "middle aged." Is there anything in between?
I came back to the Church in September 1992 after what I consider to be a Damascus Road conversion, and guess you could call me a Trad by inclination.
I'm a single woman living and working in the world (as a Science teacher), and I took private vows in December 2002.